” When the next holidays came Ann Veronica’s mother was ill, and Gwen was in the sick-room when Ann Veronica returned home. She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. Yet she never once thought of changing it. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. She felt it would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was looking for employment. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. Ruth returned to the table. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. ” John said to Lucy. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. ” “How much longer can you stay here?” “I was hoping to graduate this time.
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